Crown me in silver
Second place
Also known as last place
is where I rate
Contender thinking the impossible
Until slammed face first
Into reality
And still I try to scale
The unassailable
Because of the maybe
Because that one time
Is all it takes
Or so I whisper to myself
idiot
Companionable silence etc
I think I’ve posted a poem exactly, almost, like this one. I still love this woman. Her situation hasn’t changed but I foolishly hold out hope that she will make a choice that changes it. I think that is stupid of me. But I don’t want to lose her. Being beside her is often enough. That’s so rare. But I know I need more. But I will hold on to us as long as I can.
Pelgris 